Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Simon Turner - “April is the cruellest month”

Run!  I’ll eclipse the rat-moths.

Hello, Mr Shirt-rat Punt-slice.

Spruce tail-horn melts tiles.

Tell Seraphim: “Cut lone shirt!”

Marlin curls the Piste Hotel.

Lutheran climes; prole shite.

I’ll coil the art’s sperm tune.

Curt Trashpeel in Miso Hell.

Hot lunch trill: eels, meat, lips.

Eliot’s cat-purse ‘n’ mirth-shell.

Call her in here, Strepsil-mouth.

Nil-clit Herostratus helper. 

Calipers ruin the sloth-melt.